Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.